The reedy man, otherwise known as Alis by his comrades, had his eyebrow raised upward and his lips pressed into a thin line. At this moment, his ‘worldly’ patience threatening to come to a fast close. Mentally he debated on which was more trouble in his thoughtful options. Either attempting to distract the man or kill him because both ways got him his prize. They been tracking this particular evoker for months, namely since they first got the information he was wanted by the Kalesian Empire for the slaughter of his pals. In a small way it was justice and payment rolled up into one. Not that Alis or his crew cared about the prior at all. All that money was all that brought him, Bart and Corth, to this stupid city called Amaryth and risk their lives should the Inquisitors attempt to caught wind of their profession.     

Alis’ good eye lingered on Roan’s unconscious figure saddled over the larger stranger’s shoulder like a heavy sack of flour. The eye sharpened and noted something odd about how this brute could hold such a thick ex-soldier. There was the notable lack of stress and difficulty, making man seemed beyond human and thoughts flooded his mind. Ones which worried the him most. Could this stranger be an evoker? His question was shortly answered when he noted the man move his foot, ever slightly, in a causal way. 

Any other time, Alis wouldn’t have thought much about it and cursed himself later. 

Stone rods erupted from the ground at their feet and shot up, causing the two to press together, their eyes wide in shock. Each rod stood too close together to allow either of them to be able to squeeze, Alis’s dagger dropped in his haste to back up and avoid being belted in the face by one. His teeth gritted in anger as he never broke his glare at the man’s speech. Damn it, the bastard was an evoker!. It was the one thing Alis didn’t count on. He didn’t know evokers were like rats and tended to swarm together, his fury at being denied his bounty growing within his heart. His hands had started to ball into fists, seeming not to take the man’s warning into his mind when they were finally released. The rods melted down and crumbled back into the earth, strictly where things belonged.
 
“Youse gonna pay for tis. Ye hear?” Alis hissed under his breath, noting the thinner rod still hanging around within the stranger’s hand. Bart, his companion, on other hand was trembling. The fat fellow’s meaty hand crasped his thin arm, jerking it, and finally when he realized Alis wasn’t following, he started to retreated down the alley driven by his own fear. Leaving a lingering scent of piss in his wake from his weakness.  After a few moment, the ferret like man darted after the stouter one.